Rings in Their Jackets

This past Saturday I officiated my first wedding, and for the occasion I painted my finger nails, and toe nails, a super shiny silver glitter color. My philosophy is, if I take the time to paint my nails, it should be done in such a way that people notice. I did this for the wedding because it’s pretty and it looked good with the ring I wore. Like most people, I’ve done loads of things in my life that leave me wondering if I did the right thing. However, there are two things I never doubt; marrying my husband and having my grandmother as my Matron of Honor for my wedding. It’s with this sentimentality in mind that I decided to wear my grandmother’s ring when I officiated my first wedding.

It’s a beautiful, huge, marquis cut diamond. I protested, but my family insisted that I take it when my grandmother passed away. And since I was taking the ring, I was also made to take the giant gold ring jacket that my grandmother had designed to go with it.

In truth, the jacket is pretty ugly, and in my opinion it makes the diamond ring less attractive. It takes a classy, traditional diamond ring and turns it into a winding mass of gold that swirls literally from knuckle to knuckle on my index finger. If you were looking to punch someone, this is the ring to wear for the job. I took the jacket to a jewelry store to try and get the decades of dirt cleaned off and out of it. They tried their best, but it was still pretty dingy. So leading up to the wedding, every night before I went to bed I would sit in bed and gently rub at it with a polishing cloth. At some point the ring with jacket grew on me.

I found myself diligently polishing that awful jacket, asking myself why I suddenly liked it. Sure, there’s the affection for my grandmother to consider, and of course the lovely symmetry of wearing it to officiate my first wedding. I kept thinking this jacket is ugly; in fact, most of my grandmother’s jewelry was ugly. All her jewelry was like the gold jacket: big, clunky, and chunky, in weird colors and made out of odd materials. How could she have gone through life and never realized this?

Then it hit me. Perhaps her philosophy was, if she took the time to wear jewelry, it should be done in such a way that people notice.